Tomato Poems - Poems about Tomato

I want you to stand in front of the tv Vacuum when my favourite show is on Wash the floor with the steamer And me smile as if it’s fun I want you to not hear what I am saying And ask questions already resolved As I shake my head and laugh You say you need some new shoes I want to hear...

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Easy spirit. Bones erased into dust. Much heavy man made nothing in seconds. Justice is meaningless before the mountains of death Harmony in silence Waking inside a spider web of my own creation Junk food makes me sleepy Questions of hunger before teas and tugboats Submarines lost and tough guy laid waste Inside I saw myself dancing before the...

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I can count how many times something like monster or dragon whispers a rumour about the moon or folly or rotten tomato- but, should that murmur or scene live or stay or grow in the mind, wide and strange. I meant...

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I can count how many times something like monster or dragon whispers a rumour about the moon or folly or rotten tomato- but, should that murmur or scene live or stay or grow in the mind, wide and strange. I meant...

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the ripe red elite tomato made a sweet slice decay and mold nowhere, it truly was nice. garden knew it was the tomato’s time to reign fat juicy intrusive tomato worm plead insane carrots sat by watching as silently as sheep their alarm bells going off, but not very deep garden crone came by and cast a freshness spell you decide if...

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I am hiding with my bestie Fred The deer are near the deer, the deer They are carnivores and cannibals If they we were here, there would be much to fear Fred is screaming and it is clear The deer are here, the deer are here They will eat us off the vine they will Gone already are Jack and Jill Hold up! Things...

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Tangy, sweet, or “just right” Ohs and ahs of sheer delight Makes mouths water at the sight Attacks the tongue with spirit bright Takes a palate to heaven's height Olfactory senses come alight Essentially stirs the appetite Savor the flavor in each bite...

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We had heard of tomato head, of course. Many thought it was a rumor spread by a horse. Black Beauty was particularly fond of such lies. I watched tomato head approach and felt some surprise. Tomato head took advantage and snatched my candy away. I was startled, but angry and yelled out “Hey! Hey!” We chased tomato head to another field...

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Ode to a Tomato Plant You are the green miracle of the earth, the tender stem that holds the red fruit of life. You are the generous gift of the sun, the warm ray that nourishes the sweet pulp of love. You are the humble servant of the table, the fresh salad that accompanies the bread of hunger. You...

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Tomato soup, so nutritious To the faint hearts, it is precious To cancer, it is a fighter It also makes the skin look brighter If cooking is the trouble Any style, you can gobble And with egg, it is friendly If one cooks it correctly In its bowl, it shines so bright It gleams...

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Some don’t notice that I’m truly fruity They’ll often add salt, like that’s their duty Juicy and ripe to my core Sweeter than you might ask for I’m sure to win trophies with my beauty ...

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"Is tomato soup more important than friendship?" by Poet I try to talk to her but she's too busy eating her tomato soup I hit the chat machine and all I hear is falling parmesan cheese but the drama in the online community is too wide I only wish that I could find a friend a friend that has time away...

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Aunties Tomato Greenhouse Walk up to the greenhouse, Step inside the door, There's a forest of tomato plants, Wander around, have a look and explore. Look left, then look right, Then at the ceiling to the floor, Surrounded by tomato plants, There is tomatoes galore! How...

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tomato I used to pick them in my parents’ Iowa garden we sliced them and put sugar on them that made them delectable to me tomato sauce we used it on our Chef-boy-ar-dee boxed pizzas it was all bubbly and sometimes burned my tongue or the roof of my mouth tomato a term I used to hear applied to a young woman meaning luscious, ripe,...

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The halved tomato was freezer bagged and kept in the fridge too long Breakfast is nothing without a tomato but this melting fruit is in a dream state. Not corrupted yet, not rotten as we might explain rotten, just spoiled, going soft, its skin shrinking. The yellow -green pulp and juice is still viable, The spongy pips still intact though now it looks ill...

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